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BLISS

 Her irritation was mounting .She tried to get diverted but there seemed to be no escape. Her  heaving heart  continued heaving involuntarily.  It was the same regular conversation with her husband  of day to day dealings.The conversations as old as the decades of living together, as old as their children who grew  up and  eventually left the nest  but the communications went on the same pace and  gradually spun their own tale! She would try to bring it up to a level where she could make her husband  feel the other worldliness , to look up  the deep blue skies the unfathomable vastness , the downy flakes of wandering clouds resonating with the  heavenly cadence but he could never be made to see it.

The mundane and the concrete  getting crushed under the madding pushers of mammoth vehicles the symbols of their expanding egos, vying with one another in the rat race of power and pelf but  away from this vastness and the ultimate bliss!

A beautiful song was playing in the background ....It was Rafi perhaps the bliss personified ...

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